Please ask the dream.

Chapter 331 Revenge Drama

As if noticing Feng Xue's puzzled expression, the team leader respectfully picked up the golden statue and solemnly placed it in the center of the empty workbench, saying solemnly:

"This is the god of wine and art, the creator of the legendary stage play, and the patron saint of Ilvia."

Hearing that it was the God of Wine, Feng Xue immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Although both the Puppet Pigeon and the Mythical God of Wine were not easy to deal with, they were at least stronger than the King in Yellow.

But he also knew that he shouldn't think about these things at this moment, so after a slight hesitation, he showed the ignorance of a teenager -

"Ilvia?"

"Yes, we were once a country of fine wine and art, the birthplace of stage play culture, and have been an ideal place for artists since the old days. We have gorgeous stages, intoxicating wine, and art colleges that have nurtured countless outstanding musicians, painters, poets, playwrights, singers, etc."

At this point, a look of reminiscence emerged on the captain's face, which made Feng Xue doubt whether this man, who looked to be only in his early thirties, had really seen that magnificent scene. But if you think about it carefully, the man in front of him is a dreamer, and for a dreamer, as long as nothing unexpected happens, living for three hundred years is not a problem at all!
Just as Feng Xue was thinking about the real age of the captain, his expression suddenly became indignant. It was hard to tell how much of that anger was acting and how much was real emotion caused by recalling his homeland, but the G·I force field that he inadvertently emitted at this moment revealed a terrifying aura.

"All of this was destroyed three hundred years ago! To be exact, it was two hundred and eighty-three years ago... I will always remember that day when those damn Edenists invaded Ilvia, burned down the university, and blew up the temple, all because that damn so-called God of Eden did not recognize the existence of other gods!"

"Captain, calm down!" Feeling that the whole room, or the whole camp, was beginning to become distorted and manic, Feng Xue hurriedly spoke out to stop it. It seemed that his voice really worked. After taking a few deep breaths, Captain Green regained his composure and sighed:
"Although it is called a religious war, you should know after learning so much that the so-called crackdown on heresy is just an excuse. The actual reason is that a creator was born in the Eden Cult, so they followed the example of Hongying and Xinghuan and annexed the surrounding small countries to form a big country."

"So... the Green Troupe is a national restoration organization?" Feng Xue tried to avoid provocative words, but the troupe leader didn't seem to care. He just waved his hand and said:

"Restore the country? I don't have such extravagant wishes. I just hope to pass on the knowledge I brought from the academy so that the art of Ilvia will not die out."

"That Mr. Siren..." Feng Xue frowned. This was completely different from what he thought!

If it was just to pass on the Ilvian art school, was it necessary to be so mysterious? Could it be that Shinra was still hunting down Ilvian's orphans?
"The Siren went to kill someone."

The extremely calm answer shocked Feng Xue. Considering his identity, he did not hide his astonishment, but spoke out his thoughts -

"But didn't you just say that you only wanted to pass on the legacy..."

"Yes, the inheritance." The leader nodded solemnly. "When I escaped from Ilvya with a few classmates, we were just kids who had just started school. Even though we were exposed to art since childhood, it was obviously a pipe dream to want to inherit Ilvya's heritage. However, I have some talent in architecture. I used the sacrificial ritual of the god of wine as a blueprint and designed a ritual structure."

"Ceremony structure?" Feng Xue forced herself to keep a straight face and showed a look of ignorance. Upon hearing this, the head of the group explained:
"That is a special construction technique that requires extremely strong faith to achieve. Even if you know the principle, it is difficult to achieve. But perhaps I was blinded by hatred, or perhaps I do have some talent in this area, and my ritual was actually completed."

At this point, the leader looked at the pure gold statue and said in a voice that was a bit like an aria:

“Bacchus is the patron saint of Ilvia. When people offer him fine wine and art, he will give back to his believers with inspiration and talent. This is the basis of the belief in Bacchus. According to legend, Bacchus’ favorite art form is the stage play invented by himself.

"But I was penniless at the time. All I had were the idols and books that were hidden with me by the priests. I couldn't sell the idols, and I didn't have any wine to offer as sacrifice. But there is always a way out. When I was looking through the scripts collected by the church, I found inspiration from a line in a revenge play - "Make wine with the blood of your enemies."

"!!!" Feng Xue's eyes widened, and she immediately understood what the leader's ritual structure was. The leader did not hide it and answered openly:
"Yes, I used the blood of my enemies as wine to offer to God, and performed a drama of revenge by assassinating my enemies. This sacrifice really gave me the inspiration and talent for creation."

Feng Xue really wanted to say, "I can't imagine myself having such an imagination," but when he thought about how his golden finger could also add some inspiration, he became a little less confident.

After all, architecture, to put it bluntly, is something that "as long as you truly believe that it can be done this way, then it will really work." Therefore, as long as you firmly believe that you will be full of inspiration after completing this process, will you really be full of inspiration?
“No wonder the ritual structure is so rare. It turns out that the difficulty is not the structure, but the wholehearted belief…”

Feng Xue was thinking secretly in his heart, but the captain stood up, and his aura disappeared, as if he was just an ordinary uncle and looked into Feng Xue's eyes:
"Although this is my ritual structure, it is now more of a selfish motive. My revenge is not over yet. I want to use this profitable hatred to bind more people, but I also know that it is wrong to do so. Therefore, I will give you a choice.

"Every six years, I adopt some orphans and teach them. Since I escaped from Ilvia, I have taught more than 500 students. I will not actively tell the children this story. When they are able to stand on their own, I will send them to a more suitable stage. But if there are children who can perceive, I will tell this story like I did today, and then give you the choice of whether to join this scene, which belongs to my revenge drama."

"Mr. Siren, are they all?" Feng Xue did not respond immediately, but asked curiously. The team leader nodded and said:
"Conductor, Siren, Dancer, Shadow, Wuxing, they are all my outstanding students. In addition, I have many other students, but some of them did not find the specialness of the troupe until they graduated, and some were unwilling to join. Of course, some bowed out during the performance, or quit because they could not adapt. As I said, this is my revenge drama. I invited you to participate, but whether you want to join is up to you."

"No benefit?" Feng Xue tilted her head in a silly way. The captain was not angry when he heard it, but said calmly:

"No."

"Then why did Mr. Siren and the others join?"

"Maybe it's because of the pursuit of excitement, maybe it's to repay me, or maybe it's simply because there is nowhere else to go."

Seeing the leader's words that didn't contain any persuasive intent, Feng Xue could only spread his hands helplessly:

"Captain, it's hard to attract people like this!"

“Because it’s really not a good thing.”

Hearing the headmaster's frank answer, Feng Xue laughed, performed the etiquette of an actor on stage, and said in a slightly performative voice:

“I’m honored to be a part of your new play.”

Unexpectedly, the group leader shook his head and said, "It's not a new play, it's just an old antique that has been constantly revised."

(End of this chapter)